I have always been aware Of how fleeting moments were My friends will be laughing And I’ll close my eyes And soak it all up, hoping To never forget the sound I’ve laid next to my daughter As she fell asleep and I’d stay Just trying to memorize Her little breath, her littleness I’ll be…
Kerry Kijewski has been a #BeReal guest before a few times. I started this series years ago to highlight real people doing real people things. In a world that shares AI in a way that exaggerates reality everyday it might be more important than ever to keep it real. Kerry just had an article published…
Since he’s been around The words don’t spill out They live inside me They grow stronger More colorful, joyful A changing vocabulary Positively charged And full of hope, dreams A kaleidoscope landscape Of endless possibility And like waterfalls The words fall Effortlessly, beautifully Onto a canvas Where I paint them
We try so hard sometimes to fit into worlds we aren’t compatible with. It took too long for me to realize I had a lot to offer to the right person. I finally started building a nest my way and home came to me. I tried to weave myself into a life Just a comfy…
My poetry prompt for NaPoWriMo and Cheer Peppers is a large acrylic painting I had the audacity to paint. I’m going to paint over her eventually because she’s miles away from what I wanted to paint. But I feel like I discovered a truth about myself last night that might help me paint future faces…
My poetry prompt for NaPoWriMo and Cheer Peppers is this piece of digital art I created of a girl fulfilling her dream to be a ballerina. It flows through dance A tickle we cannot feel Not at first anyway But like a lovely seed That grows miraculously Or a painful thorn That digs and digs…
The sky dropped to the ground And nobody even noticed I collected the stars at my feet And put them in my pocket Broken orbs of light Caught up in string Turning into stardust Inside my fabric locket And the world felt sad Broken and confused It was dark and cold Just an empty socket…
I’ve been feeling Like a river Flowing over And around Slowly meandering Then racing Past faces and places Before flying Headfirst As waterfalls do To the next place I’m called to flow
A million little things Fall through the gaps Too many seconds ticking So much landscape escaping Yawning so wide Sucking in wind Measured by time Pulling my heart Shaped hour glass Closer and closer To the edge Begging me to jump To the other side Before the seconds Turn into hours And I’m nothing But…
Sometimes I feel like the ghost Whispering ideas That take root Pushing you Like a gentle breeze To feel better To be better To continue on Forward and back Rocking you When it’s dark Singing into you Comfort and joy Until the sun rises Sometimes I feel Like a ghost Fully visible Yet wholly unseen…
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